There’s a boat of roses
She’s got excuses
she called for backup
she held the ladder
she drank the rain she made
and cooked the invisible heart
she found inside the empty seashell
Did you see the deer that live on the beach?
They row into the night
into your dreams
into the trash
the green ghosts left behind
because they never sort out their business
before they escape to the next bed on the map
The next bed
The next map
She’s got a brain made of flowers
she’s a gold and blue fool
So if you want to find her
she may be walking with those sandy deer
slicing the moon like cake
under the witches’ favorite trees
